Not as sweet as the birth, but a cute story. You write well...but, isn't it vvrrrooommm?
My grandson and I were playing cars. You know how to play cars, don't you? You take the little matchbox car and go "rrrrrrnnnn, rrrrrrnnnnn" while running it all over the tables, chairs, or dogs, well until the dog growls at you. Anyway, we were playing cars and he gets the "look" on his face and his grunt isn't the "rrrrrnnnn" anymore, but the "I got poop in my butt" grunt. If you've ever been around a toddler you know what I am talking about, right? I ask him if he needs to go potty. He shakes his head yes, which amazes me, because usually everything is no. I tell him "Let's go poop on the potty, ok?" I know his mother, my daughter, has been putting him on the potty to get him used to it. I don't have a little potty, but I think of 2 things, which convince me to put him on the toilet. The first thing is I won't have to change a poopy diaper. The second thing is I can tell his mother that he pooped on the potty. He is too young to be trained at almost 16 months, but it just seems like a major accomplishment for us adults to "catch" his poop in the potty. We toddle to my bathroom, I pull off his diaper, which has just a teeny tiny bit of poop in it. I sit him on the toilet and hold both his hands. "Robert, go poop in the potty. Nana has got you, you aren't going to fall." About that time I hear a plop! He's ready to jump down. I help him down, get some toilet paper, wet it, and clean his behind. As I'm disposing of the paper he takes off running after one of my kittens, saying "kitta, kitta." I chase after him, knowing a toddler without a diaper can be a dangerous thing. I catch up with him in the kitchen. He's squatting. Yep, he wasn't done. I grab a roll of paper towels and I am standing, bent over, behind a 15 month old kid, catching his poop in a paper towel. About that time my daughter walks in the door. "Mom?" What the...." |
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